"Oh Sod it." Hermione cried with great frustration, and threw her quill on the table. For the past three hours she has done nothing but try to write a potions essay due in three days. Usually she would have done it two weeks ago, the day it was given out by Snape, but now here she is at midnight on Saturday working her arse off for another "A" plus. She sighed slowly and looked back at her parchment. "Nightweed is an important resource for a sleeping potion…" " Marvelous, nine words down, and 1,991 more to go." She dropped her head to the table with a small thud. "Why me?"
"Having trouble are we now?" Hermione's head snapped up to collide with none other then Harry's chin "Oh Harry… oh bugger, I'm so very sorry." Harry still a little dazed from the hit he shook his head and stuck out his hand to reveal that he had been holding a steamy cup of hot Coca "That's alright Hermione I can tell you were working hard by the looks of your essay." He smirked at the nearly blank page. Harry was in Slitheryn and had been friends with Hermione since they came to Hogwarts even though she was just a Gryffandor. They were both at the top of their class though Hermione was a couple of points higher , and both had made Headboy and Headgirl this year which was a great achievement.
"Oh Sod off Harry, what do you want."
"I thought my friend would want something that would keep her warm on this cold December night." Hermione's face fell as the feeling of guilt dropped to the pit o f her stomach, she can be very rude when she's stressed. "I'm sorry Harry, I've been really stressed out over this stupid essay I guess I can be a real idiot at times." Harry looked at the piece of parchment again. "Which class is the essay for?"
he took a small sip of his own hot cocoa. "Potions." Harry choked on his drink and sputtered some out of his mouth " Hermione,…choke… I thought…cough…. you had already finished that one, it's due on Monday."
"I know, I know but I've been so busy with other things."
"Is this about the Christmas Eve dance tomorrow night?" Hermione paused at the thought of him getting it right on the dot. She didn't plan to attend, since no one had asked her, because she was just plain and dull, not exotic or even pretty, just plain. And dull Hermione that was her.
"No one asked you did they." It was more of a statement then a question, and the thought was very depressing. That was the reason she had stopped all her studies, was to see if she can work more on her social and womanly skills so at least someone would ask her to go. The feeling that no one liked her washed through her body and tears began to blur her vision. "Oh Hermione I'm sorry." He put his arms around her and laid a kiss on the top of her soft puffy hair. " I sometimes say things without thinking, don't worry you have all tomorrow to find a date." "I'm not going anymore." Harry stilled for a second
"Not going!" Hermione sighed "Not going."
"But Hermione it's our last year we have to go!" "Well I'm not, and that's final!"
She wrenched herself out of Harry's arms and went back to writing her paper, her quill flying across the parchment with knowledge. Harry sighed and walked back up to his room. "I can't believe she doesn't want to go any more, she had been talking about it for weeks." He plopped down on his bed and began to drift off in a peaceful slumber. The last thing he thought was 'Hermione is pretty." And he fell into the dream world.
Hermione finally put down her quill and looked to see it was already four o clock in the morning, luckily she didn't have to get up early so she blew out her candle and went to bed. She snuggled against her pillow. Sleep seemed to descend on her consciousness, and before she fell into slumber one thought a curd "Harry had nice a nice smile.